Nothing To See Here [locked RP]

In these days of security cameras backed by facial recognition software, of millimeter-wave scanners, or constant electronic surveillance, who would ever consider any place as open and innocuous as a mall food court to be someplace dangerous?

Certainly none of the people casually moving in and out of area, who might feel a slight tingle at the back of their minds as they cross the food court's outer border, but they didn't see or hear or even do anything unusual while they were there, did they? No, everyone within that space is very clearly comfortable there, like the overweight young woman behind the Sbarro counter who was currently having her pussy eaten by her quarterback classmate who just the other day had mocked her in the school hallway. Or the career women at the corner table, spontaneously modeling their latest purchases from Victoria's Secret for one another, a fashion show that was quickly descending into a girl-on-girl tryst. Or the female security guard getting double-teamed by the teenage delinquents she'd been escorting out of the mall after catching them shoplifting.

And the one most clearly at ease with his surroundings was the handsome, dark haired man in the center of it all, sitting at a table with a beauty from Hot Dog on a Stick kneeling between his legs, the top of her brightly-colored uniform dress pulled down to her waist, and her equally garish hat bobbing up and down while she sucked his cock.

This man was the only one really watching, really seeing everything going on. And as such, he was the one who saw when she entered the zone of his control.

Masane nodded in answer to his question. In truth it did feel good, but at his words her cheeks grew flush and her body heated as she kept mauling and rubbing her breasts. Her hands swept in big circles, tugging them around, occasionally stopping to squeeze or to pinch a nipple. She gasped as she kept on playing with herself and as she did so she spread her legs to sit bow legged in front of him with her moistening pussy on display.

Much like the rest of her it was a lovely bit of humanity but not particularly groomed, her hair down below not overgrown but not artistically groomed either. Her gasps heightened as he watched her, the table rocking a bit as her hips began to sway and her plump rear squeaked on the tabletop.

Without a doubt, Jason was enjoying the show. He'd been able to tell from the first moment that Masane was not the sort of person who found this comfortable in her real life, so twisting her into an exhibitionist slut was going to be very amusing.

Legs spread now, her pussy looked ripe for more attention. If he decided to keep the woman around, he could make sure she'd have plenty of motivation to keep herself groomed to his liking, but for now, he didn't mind. But he did want to press things along. "Not bad, Masane. But I can see it in you. You know that's not enough. You know what you want to do more than anything right now to turn me on is play with your pussy. Rub it, stroke it, push your fingers inside. That's what you really think will get me."

Beggars couldn't be choosers when it came to random public mind control, but that was just how the world worked. Not to mention the fun to dragging people out of their usual comfort zones. As he talked to her, her eyes lit up and her smile widened. She began to go from simply making herself feel good to feeling good about what she was doing.

One hand kept on her breasts while the other slipped between her legs. She split her lips wide, plunging her fingers inside. She pumped her fingers in deep and twisting strokes, then shifting to rub the heel of her palm on her clit or rub across her lips. She'd bring it back up to lick the juices and leave her hand nice and clean before continuing, making a nice show of it while keeping eye contact with him the whole while. "Mnghmnmmmmm, so tasty~"

As the woman started in with pleasuring herself, Jason's eyebrows rose, impressed with her performance. With how she'd been so far, he'd been expecting a bit more reservation, but now it seemed he'd twisted enough of her perceptions to release more of her inhibitions than he'd guessed. The relish with which she cleaned her fingers of her wetness between stroking and fucking herself was a particularly nice touch.

"That's more like it. That's the stuff you love to do for me so much. I like seeing how much it turns you on to put on this show for me, Masane. And even better, how much you enjoy begging me to do more than watch."

Masane was always a bit more reserved than she looked, but the Witchblade had a way of bringing out her inner lust, or perhaps it was the blade's own that was seeping into her own soul. Either way, as she got going Jason's powers certainly were letting more of it out and free.

She groaned around her fingers as he spoke, her tongue taking extra turns and twists to scoop of every drop of her own essence. Her other hand plunged faster, her rear scooting forward as she pushed her fingers into herself to the hilt, making sure he had a nice clear view. "Mnnnhh, mmmmmm. I'm glad you like it. But don't you want to do more? Watching me can't be enough. Don't you want to plunge your dick into my pussy? Or between my tits? I know everyone else does. Don't tell me you don't like my body?"

(ooc: saw your balloon cumplay prompt in the other byok post and I'm down with it if you want to include it)